The Journey
Mating, breeding, ferals and foxes. Oh my.
Author's Notes: This story really wrote itself, I just kept slapping my paws across the keyboard. <.<
The fox looked back over her shoulder, letting out a forlorn sigh. So far had she traveled in this accursed forest, yet so little had been accomplished. Was she going to fail her quest? The young priestess went through the recent happenings in her mind again. Her village had been struck by a horrible drought, no crops had risen for the whole season of light, and now it was already fall, leaves red and yellow, skies trey and dark, and granaries empty. In these desperate straits, she had been given all of the excess food, and sent away to find the mythic jaguar god who was rumored to live somewhere in these eternal woods. But alas, she had not encountered any other living thing than the birds that kept moodily singing around her and the bugs that constantly were harassing every inch of exposed skin.
She decided to take a break, lighting one of the last sticks on incense she had with her. The smoke would keep the insects away for a while. She sat down on a nearby mossy rock, trying to position her legs comfortably, but every single muscle, from paws to neck, was aching. A single tear falling from her eye, the fox scoffed. Here she was, in the middle of nowhere, a forsaken forest, searching for legends, myths, fables, little children's stories, while her village was starving. Not as if it mattered if she actually found their great god or not - most of the gifts she had been given to appease him had been lost or ruined, through the long trek across mountains, swamps and now this forest of her destination. The finest silks she had been entrusted with were muddy and torn, and of the gold and jewels only a single bag of coins remained.
Night was falling fast, each day a little shorter, each day closer to when her home would feel the bitter bite of starvation as the seasons went towards winter. And with the darkness would come predators. She knew not what they were, she had not seen them, merely heard their horrible whispering in the night, coaxing her to come to them, the scampering of their clawed paws as they walked in circles around her camps. Sooner or later she would be too exhausted to cast the proper spells of protection, and then everything would be lost. With her would die her village, and with her village everyone she knew and loved. Yes, the time was near - but not here yet. Muttering a few warped and twisted arcane syllables, she grasped her staff and thrust it into the wet ground, the tip bursting aflame with brilliant white fire, illuminating her lithe, voluptuous form in the darkness, but also making her painfully aware of how dirty and tangled her once proudly orange fur had become.
The beasts would not enter the sphere of light around her, however. They never did. Never so she could see them. They had been hounding her since she had crossed the border into these strange lands beyond the known plains and mountains. There was great many unnatural things here, and that was the only thing keeping her hope of finding the jaguar alive. Again she sighed as she lay back on the soft mossy rock, gaze fixated upon the endless gray skies. A metallic screech from far away startled her, the sound chilling to the bone and causing her fur to involuntarily stand on edge. This might be the last night, she wasn't sure how long the magic would last this time, the flame wasn't as bright as it had been the night before. With a silent prayer on her lips she fell finally intro troubled sleep.
In them she saw how her family and friends withered and died with the lack of food, how she was the one blamed for failing her quest. Paralyzed with terror she could only watch it happen, watch as her unnaturally gaunt mother came up to her, face devoid of eyes, and touched her chin - she awoke screaming in utter darkness. Quickly recovering she understood what had happened, but as she tried to get up something grabbed her by the throat and held her down to the ground. Saliva dripped on her muzzle as the grip tightened and she felt the foul breath of one of the beasts upon her. Just as her thoughts started to fade away, a loud growl broke the hissing of her antagonists, and in a quick flash of movement another dark shape joined the happenings above her, a horrible cracking sound as it flew into the one on top of her, the impact slamming it away and to the ground, screaming in agony. The sound was of pure insanity and suffering, and the last thing she saw before passing out was the rest of the demons, or whatever they were, scattering away, clearly afraid of the newly arrived one.
Warmth. When her consciousness surfaced again, everything was warm. She was laying on something soft, but not rotten as her previous forest bed. No... this was... blankets. Sensing light through her closed eyes, she pried them open. The sight that greeted her was a good one - a cave roof above her, crystals embedded in the rock, all glimmering in thousands of colors in the glowing fire of dozens of torches. The young fox sat up, and noticed that while her body still ached, the evil edge of it was gone and very much bearable. The next thing she saw was that she was clean - but naked. The torn cape and clothes she had been wearing were gone. By her side was only her bag of coins and her staff. Of course, her rather fluffy fur still covered most of her chest, but she still reflexively closed her legs tight, ears burning in embarrassment. It seemed as if nobody was near, however. Even perking her ears and straining to hear anyone nearby, all that reached her was the crackling of the flames and the sheer silence of this magnificent cave.
Scanning her surroundings, she discovered she was wrong. Not too far, a great jaguar sat, quietly staring at her. Not even his breathing could she hear, but there he was - and Ayn, as she was named, recognized him immediately. Fur covered by intricate patterns of both his natural spots and impossibly complicated tribal figures, a single crystal hanging on silver chain around the large feral's neck, there was no mistaking. It was the jaguar god of legend, the one she had been searching for for endless days, now sitting in front of her. With a soft whimper of excitement she quickly knelt before him.
His tone was soft, deep and soothing as he spoke. "I see you decided to wake up finally, young priestess. Still, I would not have blamed you even for years of cataleptic sleep. Most who hear the dying of scream of the -" the name he spoke was garbled and faded from Ayn's memory the second she heard it "- never wake up again. I would say you were lucky that I found you but there really wasn't any luck involved. I am everywhere, here." and as if to prove his point, the mysterious god was, before even finishing the sentence, right next to the kneeling fox, who twitched in surprise. She opened her muzzle to speak, but the feral one before her continued. "No, don't bother speaking, I know exactly why you're here, your village is starving and you have come to offer gifts..." all the while he spoke, even with the highly important message, Ayn was fixated on how perfect, sleek, how muscular and well-formed the jaguar's body was. Everything from how his chest rose and sank as he breathed in complete silence while speaking, to how his fur moved just slightly as he shifted one paw, were so... arousing? Ayn felt a gush of warmth inside her and almost stabbed herself in the throat with her staff right there and then. She had finally found the one she was looking for, just mere steps away from saving her home, and she was in heat like some common bitch... but try as she might, she couldn't stop her gaze from devouring every inch of the great beast in front of her, inevitably focusing on his prominent sheath, visible as he sat.
"...so what are the gifts you have brought to appease me?" the jaguar spoke, now slightly louder, and Ayn snapped awake from her warm reverie. 'Goddammit, I hope he didn't notice...' she thought, but knew from his mildly amused tone that he had. "I... " she began, realizing that the only thing she had left was that meager bag of coins. "...bring you what little I can, a bag of coins of the finest gold of my tribe. I ask for your kindness and understanding, for most of what I had was lost on my way to you." she let here gaze fall, and snarled very silently to herself as she noticed she was staring at his belly and haunches again.
"I have already riches beyond your wildest dreams... or nightmares for that matter, young vulpine... I see the look on your eyes, but no - it wouldn't have mattered if you had succeeded in bringing everything you had with you, here. My hoards are far beyond that." he continued in a most silky voice, looking at Ayn with a glimmer in his eyes. "But... but... my village needs... food. I can't have made this journey for nothing!" she almost screamed, distress very tangible in the sound. "I have nothing else I can offer." - but she knew immediately upon saying that what she indeed could offer. And for her village, she would. "...other than.. myself. I offer you myself for the salvation of my home." with that she moved spread her well-formed legs apart, revealing his moist hole, and laid back on the soft rug, trying to keep sounding reluctant and not letting the fire of arousal inside her affect her voice. She badly wanted to mate with the great one, but appearing so... chained to her physical being, might not be good in his eyes.
Instead of a negative reaction, however, the jaguar grinned as much as a feral one could, purring and nodding his head in approval. As he moved closer, Ayn caught a short glimpse of his penis, the bright red tip already hanging out from the golden sheath. However, instead of immediately mounting her, he lowered his head. Breath already rapid with anticipation and excitement, Ayn immediately melted as he felt the god-feral's cold nose and hot breath against her slit. And then as he extended his tongue and ran the raspy thing over the length of her opening she gasped out loud and shuddered, almost orgasming right there and then. Already having been aroused, she was in mindless passion now, completely wet and her juices coating the jaguar's tongue as he lapped her. She pushed her hips upward so he could better reach him, grinding her fuzzy womanhood against his muzzle, and he gladly accepted the offer, pushing harder into her, the raspy tongue probing deep inside. Delirious with the warm pleasure jolting through her again and again, she kneaded her fur-covered breasts with her paws, unable to do much else than that and keeping herself from trashing wildly about as the jaguar licked her pussy so deep and quick. As she was about to wrap her legs around his head to pull him closer, however, he stepped back again, licking his muzzle clean of her nectar of arousal. Ayn could smell his musk, and lifting her head, saw that he was fully erect - and the cock was downright massive as it stood there, extended and ready to take her. The muscular feral took a few steps forward so he was standing over her, looking deep into her eyes, as a single drop of precum fell upon the puffy lips of her vagina, mingling with her own juices.
She wrenched her hips upward in sexual desperation, but the jaguar god just stood there for a few minutes, completely still. Then, with a deft movement he lowered his head and licked his lover's nose gently, at the same time lowering his rear and thrusting gently forward, pushing his whole barbed length insider her wetness in one smooth stroke. She was left gasping for air as his thickness filled her so easily, and he was so burning hot insider her. Biting her lips she came hard, whimpering passionately as her inner walls contracted around the jaguarhood insider her, the spines digging into her tender flesh but only furthering the euphoric pleasure. Grasping the rug under her hard with one paw, she caressed her nipples with the other, wave after wave of her orgasm pulsing through her and causing her juices to drip down onto the rug and her god's soft fur. And then with a lecherous growl, the jaguar bit hard into her neck and starting his rhythmic mating.
Soon both god and priestess were absorbed into the breeding as wild animals, jaguar growling and snarling as he thrust his length into her again and and again, the incredibly hot precum leaking in copious amounts from his cock as he rhythmically moved his hips in patterns possibly older than the god himself, and fox squealing and whimpering as she met his thrust, wanting the whole length insider her and missing a breath each time his balls touched her groin. The jaguar's whole being was like fire, the warmth very tangible even through his fur, where their bellies rubbed into each other, and against her throat where he kept her in a tight grip while breeding. She couldn't have escaped, nor did she want to - all that mattered was the utter desire in her loins, and how the cock inside satisfied it. She wanted nothing more than for the jaguar to spray his seed deep inside her and satisfy her heat, no matter what the consequences of a godling doing that would be. Now that she could, she locked her legs around the rear of the mighty beast, keeping him close and forcing his thrusts to be faster and shorter instead of agonizingly long and slow. God as he was, the feral was growing very close to orgasming now with the lusty vixen so eager to have him, her tightness around his cock and inner muscles milking him of precum.
And then it happened, in the blink of an eye. With a high-pitched wild growl, he thrust as deep as he could insider her and was completely still as his cock twitched and pulsed. Ayn knew what was happening, arched her back and pulled him insider her even harder, bursting into an explosive orgasm as she felt his scaldingly hot seed filling her. Each rope of thick white jaguar seed that he squirted inside her, her contracting pussy sucked deep into her womb, orgasms perfectly synchronized, and his wet warmth spreading throughout her. It seemed to go on forever, the euphoric fulfillment of their mating, both uselessly twitching in the throes of final ecstasy as nature took it's course. Only a few drops of his sticky fluid escaped, oozing from her opening even with his cock plugging her so tight, and falling onto the soft rug below.
Eventually they were both spent, and slumped down, the soft, big and surprisingly light jaguar laying on top the fox, muzzle still against her neck, cock still pulsing inside her as she helped milk out the last few drops of his cum. The priestess wrapped her arms around the purring, great beast as she drifted, again, into dreams - but this time they were pleasant.
She eventually awoke again, in her very bed, as if she had never left. 'Only a dream?' she asked herself. As she went outside, everything seemed well, everyone seemed fell-fed and content, and the granaries were full of grain again. Most seemed to have forgotten they ever did starve, and Ayn would've denied it at all as feverish dreams, if not for the fact that she instinctively knew her belly would soon swell with the jaguar's cubs.
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